As if I’d been waiting for hispermission, my body exploded.It pulsed as pleasure jolted my insides in waves. My asshole tightened and clenched around the plug, creating an even more intense sensation. I cried out, as Constantine continued to work his hand until I came down, and my body was too sensitive. I pushed him away, and he laughed, sliding his slick-coated fingers into his mouth.
“I love the way you taste.”
The words sent a flurry of butterflies through my belly.He was incredible. When we were closer to home, I remembered what he’d said right before I orgasmed.
“You know about Kansas?” I shrunk into myself. Embarrassment, shame, and guilt flooded my system.
“I do.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“You thought I was dead.”
“Yeah, but I promised I’d wait for you.”
“And you did.”
“But I—” How could I tell him I loved Kansas as much as I loved him? There was a reason it all went down the way it did that night the Minister came for us.“Are you mad at me for leaving you behind and running away with Kansas?”
“I told you to go.”
“I shouldn’t have. I should have stayed and fought.”
“You would have been killed.”
“Like you were?” I shot back.
“Yeah, only—” He cut off, then amended, “I can’t tell you everything that happened after you left. But let me just say that you had to leave. My dad would have made sure you never walked out those church doors. And no, I’m not mad at you for being with Kansas. I can’t be. I remember the way you looked at him back when we were in the room. You loved him then too.”
“I loved you just as much,” I answered truthfully. “That’s what made what the Minister said—”
“I know. It was horrible. But we’re all safe and alive, and the ones that participated in our torture will be gotten tenfold.”
I blinked. “What do you mean? They’re all dead.”
“The Family, sure. But who do you think was giving the Minister, my dad, the money to do what he did for so long?”
I’d never thought of that. Were there real people beyond computers paying to have the Minister film… us?
“You’d be surprised to know how dark Shelley Vale really is,” he said cryptically and left it at that.When we returned to my house, it was barely evening.
“May I take this out now?” I pointed to my behind.Constantine rolled his eyes but led me upstairs and assisted me in removing the plug. It felt almost embarrassing, and I found that I preferred it going in, rather than coming out. I told him that, and he laughed.
“I told you. Just wait until it’s a cock in there, and you’re coming so hard you cry.”
Was I ready for that?My ass was sore with the plug removed, I couldn’t imagine something bigger.
“Have you spoken to him? Kansas?” I asked after I’d made a quick dinner for us. I had little of an appetite, after returning to town, where I remembered my friend was buried this afternoon.Constantine eyed me from the other side of the island. He reached for his beer.
“That feels like a layered question. What do you actually want to know?”
“You are so full of mysteries. You seem to have the answer to everything. You found my parents’ place, you knew about me and Kansas. What else do you know?”
He took a long drink and set the bottle down hard. “I’ve spent a large amount of my adult life searching for answers to the things my dad did, and in that time, I have found out some more… unsavory things.”
“Such as?”
“Why some children were picked.”
